Psychosis
The clouds sing
As angels cry,
The birds fly by
The vivid sky.
The trees are talking,
The insects dance.
Is there a chance
I'm in a trance?
The world is beautiful,
My eyes don't believe me.
They cannot see,
They cannot agree.
But that doesn't matter,
I'm filled with glee.
An arm touches my shoulder,
Another friend?
No, just an arm, without an end.
From nowhere, it does extend.
With the stars it seems to blend.
Another world it did transcend,
But what does it intend?
It seems to weep,
But I don't understand.
How could you cry in fairyland?
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